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Director Rogers AU | Civil War AU

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"I'll make sure to take up more," Steve says with an easy smile.

Now that he's feeling confident and comfortable around Clint like this Steve thinks he's going to have a lot of fun. Will he still be kind of dorky? Yes. He will be because he is, but he feels a lot better flirting when he's sure of himself.

When the elevator stops he lets Clint get off first and then follows him towards the kitchen. If the whole team is in the communal living area to watch them, well, that's fine. Steve pretends not to notice them.

For this time of night, there is absolutely no one at all visible the entire way from elevator to kitchen. They would be Nat’s doing most likely. Or Tony has something new and exciting to blow the world up with and he’s trying to charm the pants off of everyone else to pay attention to it instead of the romance blossoming with the two most unlikely members of the team.

Either way, Clint drops off the trash in a compactor that is so complicated it makes literally no sense to him how or why it works, and then goes poking around for those cookies.

The longer he can stretch this, the more time he gets to spend with Steve Rogers tonight. He can ignore the annoying pain in his side and the bruises on his face for as long as it takes.

Clint wraps two cookies in a paper towel and microwaves them for a few seconds to melt the chocolate. That‘a what makes them the best.

Steve puts the dishes in the sink and like the Boy Scout he is makes sure to run water over them. He even gives them a little scrub to get the stubborn bits off. Then he puts them in the dishwasher which is a marvel of the modern world.

"Give me a few days and I can have everything I need to make lamb stew and soda bread." He comes to stand next to Clint at the microwave leaning against the counter.

Hopefully, he comes across as a little smooth and cool instead of a guy who's excited for a second date. "If we don't have to go beat up Hydra in between then and now."

Which is likely given how doggedly Steve's pursuing them. They pop up like weeds that Steve's constantly got to pull.

“They delivery groceries now too. So don’t go on any quests to those strange pop up farmers markets in Brooklyn all right?” Clint could get so easily used to this. They can talk about silly things, talk shop, talk about their interests— they can have a life together, he thinks. He can just about see it. And that’s a dangerous thing. His heart is right out there on his sleeve but Steve can still drop kick it out the window if he wants.

The microwave dings, but Clint pauses, his eyes momentarily on the handle beside Steve’s head.

In today’s day and age, a person asks for consent. In Steve’s it was romantic to just go ahead and do the thing you want. Clint is torn, and while he does kill people for a living, bad as they may be, he decides that the morally right thing to do is ask.

“I know there’s still cookies, but I’ve been itching to kiss you all night. Can I?”

Steve blushes to the tips of his ears. He'd been thinking about a kiss at Clint's door but his greatest ambition was a kiss on the cheek. It felt presumptuous to try for something more when they were just getting to know each other and feel these things.

"I've never kissed a guy before," he warns. "And, uh, don't have much practice in general."

It might be bad. Steve's almost ready for Clint to be disappointed because he can't kiss as well as a blond bombshell should. And it's probably not that different kissing a guy but he doesn't know. He just doesn't.

"But if you want to a kiss sounds nice." Because, again, he was thinking about it himself just not with the same confidence.

“I have some news for you,” Clint says, head tilting, “everyone kisses different. Doesn’t matter if you’re a girl, guy, in between or something else. It’s all different.”

He doesn’t waste any more time. Clint’s fingers lightly press to Steve’s ear as he pulls his face downward. He can’t do much stretching just yet but he tries his best to meet him. The archer’s free hand sets on Steve’s hip as his head turns again and their lips press together.

You can teach a person to kiss but it’s not something you normally have to do. Partners learn together, and Clint’s lips are yielding, encouraging, and patient. They might to be soft or covered in lipstick, but they are warm and gentle.

Steve leans forward with one hand braced on the counter and the other hovering just over Clint's arm before they kiss.

Kissing has always been one of Steve's favorite things even with his lack of experience. It's always made him feel closer to the person he's with. There's something intimate about it that makes something in Steve curl and twist with delight.

He lowers his hand to Clint's elbow, gently taking hold, and returns the kiss as best he can. He's a little cautious, a little uncertain, but like always he tries with everything he has to kiss Clint back and make it good.

Steve is making this like a task he needs to perform and perform well, which actually makes Clint smile into the kiss. He doesn’t know what the other man is feeling (likely just pressure not to suck), but he is feeling an incredible rush and a tingle down his spine. Clint moves in, slowly pressing their bodies together. The hand on Steve’s hip shifts to the small of his back and the thumb test against his cheek lightly brushed the corner of his mouth before Clint’s tongue does to his lower lip.

His eyes are closed but his mind is swirling with all sorts of impossible thoughts. First: this is happening but can’t be. Second: holy crap, he’s kissing the supposedly dead artist of a poster that meant everything to him during the hardest parts of his childhood. Three: Steve is so impossibly easy to love and the guy doesn’t even know it.

When Clint breaks the kiss off, he keeps his eyes closed, and swallows. “Wow.”

Boldly, Steve wraps an arm around Clint's waist and pulls him in the rest of the way so they're firmly pressed together. He gives everything to those last few seconds of the kiss as he relaxes into it and gets comfortable.

He feels a little dazed when Clint draws back. Steve needs a second to get his thoughts back in order as they were a little scattered from the kiss.

"Yeah?" He lights up, happy that Clint is happy. "I like kissing."

After a beat Steve realizes how that might have sounded. "I like kissing you! I mean, I do like kissing in general but that felt really good."

Okay, saved it. Although he probably looks like a dork which is fine. Clint seems to like him anyway.

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